Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.